. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . heard a door open. But it was not the onewhich he was trying to enter. Gracious me ! said a pleasant and familiar voice. What are you trying to do to the clock, little man ?Stop the pendulum ? 231 KING TIME The little boy rubbed his sleepy eyes; then he lookedaround, and stood staring. For it was only the governess ! And there was the clock in his fathers hall,With its swinger of shiny brass, Still swinging steadily to and froIn its little cell of glass, And everything just as it was before,When he watched the hours pass. And the carv
. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . heard a door open. But it was not the onewhich he was trying to enter. Gracious me ! said a pleasant and familiar voice. What are you trying to do to the clock, little man ?Stop the pendulum ? 231 KING TIME The little boy rubbed his sleepy eyes; then he lookedaround, and stood staring. For it was only the governess ! And there was the clock in his fathers hall,With its swinger of shiny brass, Still swinging steadily to and froIn its little cell of glass, And everything just as it was before,When he watched the hours pass. And the carved design on his fathers chair,In which he was wont to rock, Smiled wide at the little waking boyAnd gave him a sudden shock, For it seemed to be in the very shapeOf Mr. Three Oclock! And the fitful blaze, as it flickered low From the logs in the big hall grate,Was the only light within the hall, So he knew it must be late -When, hark! And his wandering eyes looked up,For the clock was striking eight! Seated in our easy chair,When the rainy day is oer,232.
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